Chapter 8

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A/n: Sad and let me tell you I literally rewatched the tv show just for this chapter and so on. Memorizing the words and sentences and still going back to put the words and sentences in. You guys better thank me because I was thinking of just skipping to the end.

3rd POV

It's been a week since the Rebekah problem and Klaus is still not talking to Stiles. Every time he tries to talk to him Klaus just pushes him away or avoids him.

Today was the day that Stiles was going to talk to Klaus about their relationship and he was not going to take no for an answer.


















































































Stiles POV

I was getting ready for the day when I was thinking about what I was going to say to him.

I know Klaus probably doesn't like me as much right now because of what we did to his sister.

Mama had talked to me about that day and he had told me a lot of stuff, but what I like is what he and papa did to their father.

Klaus told me about his past about a month ago and he told me how he wanted their father dead.

That's what mama did, both mama and papa found his body and burned him, and made sure he was dead completely.

I'm getting sidetrack.

Anyways, once I was done getting done, I went into the guest room beside me. He moved there because he didn't want to sleep in the same bed as me. His words, not mine.

Stiles🔝

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Stiles🔝

Does it hurt knowing he doesn't even want to sleep in the same bed as me?? His mate?? Yes, but I can't do anything about it.

I open the door to see him laying on the bed and drawing in his sketchbook.

When I sat down on the bed, facing him, he stopped sketching. He looked up meeting my eyes.

"We need to talk and I'm not taking no for an answer Klaus." I whispered.

All he did was sighed before putting his book away.

"What's going to happen?? I need to know." I said looking at him. It hurts knowing he is slowly drifting apart from me.

"What do you mean??"

"I mean about us Niklaus." He slowly closed his eyes before leaning on the headboard.

"I don't know." Now that just made me angry.

"How do you not fucking know?? You obviously know something if you doing this shit."

I had to stand up because of how irritating this situation was.

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